After going to see his favorite band, the short Avali, Levi, heads to the porta potties to relieve himself. But, they end up being a bit too tall, and the hole is a bit too large… He ends up falling right in~ And there’s nobody coming to help him from sinking in and suffocating in the full septic tank~

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This story contains: Solo male, scat, suffocating in shit, peril, snuff, unwilling~
Word Count: 3373

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	Levi’s stomach grumbled, a sound only he could hear over the loud music coming from the stage. He’d gotten front-row tickets to one of his favorite bands, and it’d been a wonderful experience to see them live! It was nearing the end of the show, and though he wanted to watch the last of their performance, his stomach was upset, and he was desperate to relieve it. 

	But, it was no easy feat, even just to push his way through the crowd. Levi was an Avali, a short, green-feathered, bird-like creature; the keyword there was, unfortunately, “short”. His low stature made it difficult to manage in modern-day life. It felt like the world was built against him sometimes. 

	Once he finally managed to fight his way through the crowd, he found himself facing a line of porta-potties. Grey, plastic rectangles, standing tall in the grass. Each was about 7 feet tall; some were in use, others were open. Levi had chosen a good time to come by, since they were fairly free, which was especially lucky, given how packed this concert was. 

The downside of coming near the end of the concert was that each tank was filled to the brim with the shit and piss of hundreds of concertgoers. That unfortunately meant lots of scat that came from bellies packed with junk food, which would result in large, revolting loads of logs, being piled up in these disgusting containers. Not to mention the amount of dehydrated piss reeking of beer and other alcohols. 

Levi held his nose in disgust as he examined the row; he quickly discovered he was too small to reach the handle. Luckily, one of them had the door ajar. He pulled it further open by the side of the door, stepped in, and pulled it closed behind him.

	He’d already been able to smell the disgusting, packed toilet tanks from outside, but being inside the container made it sooo much worse. The heat and humidity had broiled and baked the shit, the endless amount of sweat and the beating summer heat intensifying the smell. Levi felt sick just smelling it. It didn’t help that the inside of that thing was so closed off from the outside world, dampening all the noise outside, trapping tons of heat from the sun within, the grey color doing little to reflect the beams of heat. 

	His stomach grumbled, a quick reminder that he really needed to go. He turned to lock the door… But, of course, the lock was just out of reach. That was probably fine, these were empty enough that he’d just shout at anyone who tried to come in… Hopefully he’d be done fast enough that he wouldn’t need to. 

	He turned to look at the toilet itself… and unfortunately, its height posed a similar problem to the lock. Even using the bathroom was difficult for such a small creature; he’d have to be a gymnast to even make it up there! It was six feet off the ground, towering over him. Even a normal-sized person would’ve struggled to get on that seat.

	He sighed; it wasn’t like he hadn’t done this before. He grabbed onto the plastic seat and clambered his way up, pulling himself with all his strength. There was no lid on these things, just the seat, and as his face got closer, he was hit with a worsening exposure to the smell. It made him shiver in disgust. The inside of the tank was dark and deep, and absolutely filled to the brim with scat. He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. 

	As he tugged himself up, he put a foot on the plastic seat, then pulled his other foot up to the other side, planning to sit down from there… But, of course, how could he have expected a bunch of rowdy, drunken fans to clean up after themselves well? He stepped right into a puddle of urine, which was disgusting enough on its own, but worse, it was enough to make him slip. 

	“W-woah!!” He lost control of himself, his foot slipping into the toilet. The rest of his lower body followed, before he quickly grabbed the seat, holding onto it tight with his claws. He could feel his feet touching the contents of the tank, the slimy, disgusting contents. That gross sensation was too much for him. It made him shiver, it made him feel weak and sick… Enough that he lost his grip, and his claws slid back against the plastic. 

	“No no no…” He clambered to find a better hold, but soon, his arms went up, and his body fell past the seat, into the tank. 

	The scat filling the porta-potty was too thick and solid to make any sort of splash as the Avali fell into it; rather, poor Levi would hear a shhlicking sound as his feet began to sink. It really was packed, slimy logs made much slimier and more slippery by the gallons of urine that had been dumped down to mix it all into a muddy slurry. Despite the mixing, he could still feel individual logs against his feet and his legs, individual cylinders of shit rubbing against him and dirtying him. He’d never felt something so disgusting. He felt vomit rising from his stomach, but he pushed it down, knowing it would do him no good, as he slowly sunk further. 

	Of course, if the smell had been bad outside the tank, it was miasmic on the inside. A dense fog of the smell of shit and piss all mixing together into a disgusting cacophany of scent. It made him feel woozy and dizzy, it made his head ache just to sniff it. It was the grossest thing he’d ever experienced. He wouldn’t have touched this tank of shit without a hazmat suit on, normally. All he wanted was to get out as quickly as possible, and desperately try to find a hose.

	Looking up at the exit and entrance, at the oblong hole he’d fallen into, he could see a bit of light still shining down at him; if he could just get back up there, he’d be totally fine. Only his feet and ankles had sunk so far, the rest of the descent was proving to be extremely slow, with the wet shit crawling up his legs at a lethargic pace. 

Unfortunately, he was just deep enough that he couldn’t quite reach up to the top. He tried to sort of jump up, flap his wings a tad to give him some height, but the shit that’d already covered his footpaws was holding onto him tight. In fact, his movements only sped up his burial. No problem… surely, there was something built into the tank for cases like this. A little failsafe. A hatch, or a ladder…

	It was a bit too dark to see much down there, aside from the dark-brown top of the mudpile, so he felt around the walls. Doing so, he covered his paws with more slimy shit that had streaked the plastic sides, making him a bit happy he couldn’t see too well down there. Though, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference, as the wet, slippery texture on his fingers and palms was like sandpaper to him.

	And despite the dirtiness he added to his form, he found no ladder, no footholds, nothing. How had they designed it with such incompetence? Surely they could’ve known this would happen, if you were to make a tank that was a full six feet tall! He kept desperately feeling the walls, rubbing them up and down, only further spreading around the slimy shit as he did so and getting no return. No sign of a hatch or anything, either. There was likely something that was used to drain these things at the end of the night, but that would be buried far deeper. This pile of shit was at least 3 and a half feet tall on its own, if he wanted to reach down there and try to find something, he’d have to get up to his head in shit first.

	As his movements caused him to sink further, the shit coming up to his knees, he felt a deeper sense of panic starting to set in. He frantically tried to think of a way to escape, but his own disgust and his own fear made it hard to think straight. It was like the scent of the shit went up his nose and into his skull, strangling his brain and preventing him from using it to escape. It was so hot down there, like an oven, the avali pouring sweat that only further worsened the smell. 

	This whole time, he’d kept his tail, a green, feathered tail with a diamond-shaped tuft of green feathers at the end, out of the muck, but it was now coming up his thighs quite quickly. He shook in fear. If this thing was as deep as the tank made it seem, it could easily submerge him. That very tail could be the only thing anyone would see sticking out of the muck. His previous thoughts had mostly been on escaping before it got too gross, before he got too dirty, but now, he was starting to worry about other things, particularly about the heart-pounding humiliation of drowning in the shit tank of a porta-potty. If he didn’t get out of here, this could be the end of his life. 

	The thought of someone finding him in here, even now, when he had only sunk up to his thighs, was mortifying. But it was starting to seem like getting some outside help was his only way of survival. His one saving grace was that he’d left the door unlocked.

	He gulped, and shouted, “H-help, s-somebody help!!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and aimed his cries up, but kept his palms a bit away from his actual face, not wanting to let the shit dribble onto his cheeks, or worse, his lips. He could feel it dripping down his arms now, the creeping trickle toward his chest. “Anyone, p-please help, please save me!!”

	He screamed as loud as he could… But if anyone heard him, he didn’t see a sign of it. Down here, there was enough separation between him and the rest of the outside world, he could only barely hear the blaring rock music. Even if you were in a porta-potty right next to Levi’s death-chamber, there was a solid chance his cries wouldn’t reach you, and he knew it. 

	Still, he called, loud as he could, tiring out his lungs with the desperation of someone who was soon to die in a pit of shit, but nobody came. And time was running out. 

	He was up to his waist now; his legs were totally submerged, waist as well. His wings were attached to his arms, and thankfully, they were mostly up still, but the shit had touched the tips of his feathers, which he could feel quite vibrantly. He tried to pull a leg up, hoping he could stall out the sinking and keep calling until someone finally heard him, or at least stay alive until someone came into this porta-potty and found him, but the legs wouldn’t budge. It was like he was buried in cement that’d already hardened, like his limbs were covered in concrete. The shit was so thick and packed down, it was impossible to escape from; all he managed to do was shift around a few logs and further blend the contents. 

And as he sunk deeper… It seemed his slow race to the bottom was speeding up. “No, no, no…” He must’ve been imagining it, he thought, his own fear distorting reality and making it seem as though he was deeper than he really thought. Still, further desperation appeared in his cries for help, for someone to tug him out of shit’s creek, but his pleas fell on deaf ears, or no ears at all. 

	As it rolled up his stomach, he started to wonder, if he drowned here, what would happen? What would people say? The avali, the shortstack little creature, drowned in a porta-potty full of shit… He’d be a funny story that people would talk about, a character for YouTube channels to laugh at. It would be humiliating. They’d be able to identify him easily enough, given there was likely not a single other avali who’d bought a ticket to this concert. He could imagine himself being plastered all over the news, his shit-covered corpse… Post-mortem humiliation. 

	But even worse, what if he was never found at all? As he pulled his arms further up, his wings going into the stack of logs, he realized there was a solid chance they’d just hook this thing up to a machine, drain the contents into the sewer (or wherever they went), and he’d be marked as a missing person. His green feathers, so slathered with brown they would be unrecognizable, his face streaked with scat, buried in a tomb of feces. 

	He didn’t know which was worse. If this continued, he wouldn’t be around to see what happened either way… He cried more, trying to pull every bit of air out of his lungs to increase his volume, the fact that he was so near to his death making it so his body was willing to use every bit of its strength to call for help, yet still, nothing. How unlucky could he be that nobody would even come in when he’d left the door unlocked!? If he sunk too deep, it was entirely possible that someone would enter and not even see him before sitting down and unloading. 

	It was up to his chest. He wriggled his body to try and pull himself out, but still, it did nothing but hasten the pace, and move more of those thick pieces of brown around his feathers and fur. His wings were half-submerged, he was still holding his arms up, but that was doing little to help him. He sunk deeper… And deeper…

	Until he was up to his neck, his arms partially in, his head only an inch from touching it. He still couldn’t feel the bottom. He kept shouting while he still could, he checked the walls again with what little range of motion he had in his hands, but got the same results as usual.

	It was up to his chin now; he felt his chin specifically touching a log of textured, crumbly, dirty shit. He waved his feet to try and feel the bottom, to try and push himself up, but he found no purchase. It covered his chin; the top line nearly reached his mouth. He let out one more begging scream, before pursing his lips, and feeling the logs roll over his maw. His nose was soon to follow… As was most of his head, and soon, his eyes. 

	Immediately, he lost the ability to breathe, which was no surprise. The amount of scat, the liquidy filling of this tank, made it so it was like being under water, but that water was thick, and disgusting, and slimy, and it was allll waste that came from the bodies of other concert fans. His panic only further increased as he got no air to his lungs. 

	Only now did he finally feel his feet touch solid ground. 

	The slightest sliver of hope now presented itself! It was difficult to move through this murky tank, but with this slight purchase, he could push himself above the tank, enough to at least take a breath. He bounced up on his legs, forced himself upward as hard as he could, tilted his head up…

	He got his mouth up for only a moment, just long enough to take a deep breath, before he fell right back down. Not even long enough to scream, but it was something!! Unfortunately, this air was as dirty as it could be, and it really did not feel good to put it in his lungs, but it was a matter of survival. He pushed himself up again after a minute to take another breath, and he kept going that way, at this point just hoping he’d survive long enough that someone would finally find him. 

But this was not sustainable. With every jump, he was fighting against the force of gravity holding him down amidst all this shit. It made his legs feel weak and tired quite quickly, which made his jumps less effective, made it so he got less height. He still pushed himself up, and took his breaths, but soon, his jumps became puny and small. To the point where he could only get his eyes up, not even his mouth, granting him nothing but a view at freedom above, before it was immediately taken away from him again.

	His lungs were beginning to burn. He needed to breathe, now. He tried to push his arms up like he was swimming as he jumped for air, but it didn’t help, there was too much, he just couldn’t quite get high enough. And he was starting to feel so achy, so frail, so sore. His jumps soon became so weak, his ears, the only thing sticking out of the top, were barely even coming up anymore. 

	When he had the slightest chance of inhaling fresh air, opening his lips to take in a breath, he found he submerged as quickly as he came up, his mouth hanging open in its desperate attempt at inhalation. And as his lungs still tried to pull in air, instead, his maw was filled with a slew of hot, slimy shit, avalanching into his oral cavity. If having shit all over his outside body wasn’t enough, now it’d gone inside. The taste was overwhelmingly bitter, but the texture of the long rods of scat, some hard, some soft, all slimy and revolting, was so much worse. He couldn’t even manage to spit it out, his mouth quickly going back under, preventing it from opening, as he was forced to house a load of fresh scat on his tongue.

	But despite that, his body still made him cough, gag, and hack at the rancid sensation, leading him to inhale more waste, to further torture him while he was on death’s door. He could feel his consciousness fading, the overwhelming sensations surrounding him getting weak and dampened. His legs were unresponsive, too mired in the tank for him to even make a jump at all, too submerged to even get a taste of the outside world. 

	His mind got slower. His heart beat slower. He stopped making any last attempts to escape, as the dire nature of his situation fully sunk in. This was it. He’d die here, in this tank of feces; he’d drown in shit. 

	He reached his hand up, felt it break the surface, waving it, hoping against hope that someone might see it and realize he was down there, finally get him out…

	But soon, the hand went limp… And gently sunk back into the pile of logs.

	Levi had drowned.

	And, unsurprisingly, he was never found. His second idea of what could happen was entirely correct. The tank was emptied, and his body went with all the waste. He was considered a missing person, and many would search for him, but he’d eventually be given up on, an unsolved case. And soon after that… he’d be forgotten.

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	And, right when all hope seemed to be lost, right when Levi was realizing he’d have to accept his fate and drown amidst the tank full of fecal matter, when he’d begun to see his future of being nothing but septic tank filling…

	He heard a sound.

	The door of the porta-potty, opening; a little ray of light, briefly coming through. The sound of heavy, hooved footsteps, stepping into the plastic container. He smiled wide, relief flooding his system, as he finally got what was sure to be his freedom!! 

	“Hey, um, e-excuse me!!” He called up. “It’s a little embarrassing, but um, I kinda fell in down here… do you think you could help me up? Or go get help? And, quickly, please? I think I’m about to sink all the way in…” 

	“Oh?” A face looked into the toilet tank. It was a cow-lady, quite a large one; with that little peek, the avali would get a chance to see not just her face and species, but also her massive tits, covered with nothing but a pair of farmer’s overalls. “Well well, what do we have here~? Did some lil’ cutie wander into the big woman’s toilet and fall in~?” She chuckled, looking down at the small creature. “Already up to your head in it, huh? That’s a tough spot to be in~ I know how big these things are… Would be such a shame to let you drown down there~”

	“U-um, y-yeah…” Levi felt a little worry creep back into his heart. “I-I mean, I’m really sinking kinda fast… C-could you please do something?”

	“Oh, I’ll do somethin’ alright~ Don’t you worry; just sit right there, and it’ll all be over soon enough~” 

	“Ah, thank goodness, I really appreciate it!!”

	“Not a problem, dear~” 

	Mallory leaned back; Levi heard the rustling of clothes, but not the sound of a door opening. He didn’t call anything out quite yet, but he was getting a really bad feeling…

	“Sorry, sugar… I’m gonna be real honest with you now. I’m not really a fan of this band, I’m just workin’ here as a little gig, and it’s been mighty boring for poor Mallory~ But I think you’re about to make my day~”

	“Er… What do you…”

	Before he could get her to clarify what she meant… Levi watched a massive cow-ass slap down onto the toilet seat. His eyes widened. The light was snuffed out, her massive dick hanging into the tank as well. She was huge… A hefty cow-fart came from her tremendous cheeks, making Levi cough as he inhaled it. 

	“If I were to get you out now, I’d have to deal with all the cleanup from the mess you’re makin’, and honestly, I just don’t wanna do that~ Plus, a horny cow like me could get off to the thought of burying a cutie like you! You’re just too adorable, honey; how am I supposed to help myself when it’s so easy to let out a load and let you get buried in it~?”

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